As the saying goes, first you salute, then you fight.
Lu Qingzhuo waved Pang Zhong off and turned his wheelchair to walk to the sofa. He greeted He Yaobai first.
"Mr. He."
"Qingzhuo, are you determined to be estranged from us?" He Yaobai said with a faint smile, "Although our He and Lu families don't interact much, we are still in-laws that the elders of both sides acknowledge. In the past, you would call me brother Yaobai, but today, you are calling me Mr. He."
"Brother Yaobai, this is my fault. I apologize to you," Lu Qingzhuo said.
"Brother, I think Lu Qingzhuo's heart has been stolen by the little vixen called He Youran," He Yaoxing snorted, "We came to visit him, but he deliberately delayed our meeting time and made us wait downstairs. Those who don't know better would think that our He family is trying to climb the Lu family's ladder!"
